Molly crouched behind the bushes, peering through the fence at the colorful chaos on the other side. "Bill, do you seriously think we can pull this off?" she whispered, nudging her partner in crime who was sprawled beside her, gnawing on a chocolate bar as if they weren't about to commit a felony. "Of course, Molly. It’s a children’s party. How hard can it be?" Bill crinkled his wrapper and stuffed it into his pocket. "Look at them! They’re tiny humans, easily distracted by cake and balloons." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Tiny humans with watchful parents who’ll probably chase us down with pool noodles." Bill chuckled. "Hey, we outran mall security last month, didn’t we? This will be like taking candy from a—well, you get the idea." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a smirk. "Okay, genius, what's the plan?" Bill pulled out a crumpled diagram of the backyard. "First, we blend in. I've got this.” He pulled out a pair of party hats and large fake mustaches. “Instant guests.” Molly took the hat, examining it. "This is your idea of a disguise?" Bill winked. "Pays to be underestimated, Molly. Now, Phase Two: Once we’re in, we make a beeline for the presents. You create a diversion—maybe kick a soccer ball into some punch bowls." "Why do I have to create the diversion?" Molly grumbled. "Because I'm the brains and you’re the charm, duh." Bill grinned. Molly couldn’t help but laugh. "And if we get caught? What’s Plan B?" "Run like mad. But relax, it won't come to that. Trust me, no one will suspect a thing. You got the smoke bombs?" Molly held up two small canisters. "Check, but seriously, smoke bombs at a kid's party?" "Just in case things get hairy," Bill replied, stuffing his mustache into his pocket. Molly took a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this. And, Bill, if we end up in handcuffs..." Bill patted her on the back. "They’ll be tiny, colorful ones. Now, heads up. Here comes our window." The gate creaked open as a mother ushered in more guests. Molly and Bill slipped through, blending into the party like mismatched puzzle pieces. Molly gave Bill a nudge. "There's the gift table. I'll head toward the punch bowl and start Phase Two." "Remember," Bill whispered, touching his mustache. "Charming." Molly sauntered over to the refreshments, casually 'tripping' over a soccer ball lying nearby. It bounced straight into the punch bowls, sending a cascade of red liquid everywhere. The shrieks of delighted children and horrified parents filled the air. Bill nodded approvingly, slipping towards the presents. Just as he was about to reach them, a little girl tugged at his shirt. "Mister, why are you wearing a mustache?" Bill blinked, then broke into a wide smile. "It’s magic! Want to see me make it disappear?" The girl nodded eagerly. Bill ripped off the mustache and held it behind his back. "Voilá!" The girl giggled and clapped. Meanwhile, Molly was struggling to contain her laughter as she 'accidentally' tipped over more punch cups, creating the most chaotic distraction. With everyone’s attention diverted, Bill started stashing presents into a large sack. But just as he grabbed the last one, the family’s dog started barking furiously at him. "Uh, Molly, Phase Three!" Bill hissed. Molly spun around, smoke bombs at the ready. "Cover your eyes, kids!" she shouted, tossing them to the ground. Smoke billowed up, and in the ensuing confusion, Bill and Molly dashed out the gate, sack of presents in tow. "See?" Bill panted as they jumped over a fence. "Piece of cake." Molly shook her head, grinning. "You’re insane, Bill. But I guess that’s why it works." Bill winked, adjusting his party hat. "Happy birthday to us."